I look forward to the Rag as the conclusion of my career.

There you meet fellows you know, lie against each other about past campaigns, eat capital dinners, and have your rub of whist, regularly, of an evening." "But, my dear Hallett, think how you would fatten out under such a regime!" "Oh, hang the fat, Bullen; it would not matter one way or another, when you haven't got to do yourself up in uniform, and make tremendous marches, and so on.

I should not want to walk, at all; I should have chambers somewhere close to the club, and could always charter a hansom, when I wanted to go anywhere.

Besides, fat is eminently respectable, in an elderly man." Lisle laughed merrily.
"My dear Hallett, it is useless to look forward so far into the future.

Let us content ourselves with the evils of today.